Fan Fiction ❯ If You Only Knew ❯ Chapter 3
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: OxNightsAngelxO 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.22.2003 | Updated On: 11.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 454 | Visits: 326 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.22.2003 | Updated On: 11.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 454 | Visits: 326 | Status: Work In Progress
Moments passed as if they were days. Then Max finnaly stepped away from the wall and re-entered Fran's bedroom. Stopping a few feet inside, his heart skipped a beat as he stood there looking at her, clad in a towel, hair dripping wet and skin looking as silky as ever.
Fran could see Max in the reflection of her vanity and slowly turned around to face him. She stood there staring at him for the longest time then softly asked, "Mr. Sheffield...is something wrong?"
"Everything is wrong..." Max thought to himself. He loved her so much and yet hadn't been able to tell her. He wanted her in his arms just like earlier in his office. Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt?
Fran glanced at Max, wondering when he was going to speak, or even respond to her. She walked over to her bed, coming closer to Max and placed the earrings that she wore earlier on the dresser. Then looking back at him, she adjusted the towel that was slowly slipping under her arms.
Max almost groaned as he caught the glimse of her towel lowering, then stopped as he raised his view back to her face and simply smiled. "No nothing is wrong," he finnaly responded. He knew he was lying to himself. He took a step closer, not knowing what to actually tell her if she asked what he was doing in her room.
Fran smiled, trying to break the staring contest that was happening between the two and softly said, "Well Max, I'd like to get dressed if you don't mind."
Max knew he was losing precious time he had alone with her, uninterrupted by work or even his children. He breathed in slowly and decided to make the first move, slowly taking another step from the door toward Fran. He watched to see if she would step away from him, but to his surprise she walked from the dresser, over to her bed, standing infront of him. She still had a worried look on her face, probably still wondering what he was doing in her room, even though she hadn't asked him yet.
Fran bit her lip as she glanced at Max is his suit. "God he looks gorgeous!" She thought to herself as she ran her eyes up and down his attire. The scent of his cologne was driving her mad. Then she noticed he was getting closer to her and deep down she was praying he would cut down the distance between them.
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Fran could see Max in the reflection of her vanity and slowly turned around to face him. She stood there staring at him for the longest time then softly asked, "Mr. Sheffield...is something wrong?"
"Everything is wrong..." Max thought to himself. He loved her so much and yet hadn't been able to tell her. He wanted her in his arms just like earlier in his office. Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt?
Fran glanced at Max, wondering when he was going to speak, or even respond to her. She walked over to her bed, coming closer to Max and placed the earrings that she wore earlier on the dresser. Then looking back at him, she adjusted the towel that was slowly slipping under her arms.
Max almost groaned as he caught the glimse of her towel lowering, then stopped as he raised his view back to her face and simply smiled. "No nothing is wrong," he finnaly responded. He knew he was lying to himself. He took a step closer, not knowing what to actually tell her if she asked what he was doing in her room.
Fran smiled, trying to break the staring contest that was happening between the two and softly said, "Well Max, I'd like to get dressed if you don't mind."
Max knew he was losing precious time he had alone with her, uninterrupted by work or even his children. He breathed in slowly and decided to make the first move, slowly taking another step from the door toward Fran. He watched to see if she would step away from him, but to his surprise she walked from the dresser, over to her bed, standing infront of him. She still had a worried look on her face, probably still wondering what he was doing in her room, even though she hadn't asked him yet.
Fran bit her lip as she glanced at Max is his suit. "God he looks gorgeous!" She thought to herself as she ran her eyes up and down his attire. The scent of his cologne was driving her mad. Then she noticed he was getting closer to her and deep down she was praying he would cut down the distance between them.
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